Μια συγγνώμη

I think perhaps I owe an explanation.
To those who deserve it.
To the ones who don’t?
You know who you are. And I don’t think this applies to you.




The other night.
I wrote about a girl.
A girl that I hate, a girl that none of you know.
A girl that I don’t think any of you will ever know.
She’s tricky and cunning. She’s everything that I said she was.
But I think she is gone now.
Me writing that has made her realise.
So you see, there was a reason for me to write that. I knew what was going to happen in the end. And I had every right to say the things I did. She doesn’t have the right to tell me that I don’t have the right. Because she doesn’t know what I know, and she never will. And I’m never going to tell her. I don’t have an obligation to tell her everything that happens in my life. Which means she doesn’t have the right to judge me. Just like she herself said, how can you judge someone when you don’t know them? And she doesn’t know me, doesn’t know my story.

I apologize.
For my atrocious language.
For my anger.
For my truthfulness.
For breaking.
For lying.
For being honest.
For not being clear enough in what I meant.
For hurting those who I love, dearly.

Elise, I am truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I love you. And I always will.

I’m sorry.
I really do hate her.
That girl.
Who ruined my life.

But none of you need to worry any longer.
Because she is gone,
and I made her go away.